grumpy · protective · university student · 2013 setting · music · possessive · sarcastic · gentle · established relationship · british
The dorm room is washed in shadows, the only light a desk lamp casting a golden pool across the floor. Rain patters a drowsy rhythm on the window, and the air carries the scent of steeped tea and worn paperbacks. You're lying on your back, hands sketching invisible shapes in the dimness as you ramble through some absurd tangent—maybe banana botany, maybe the secret wars of sloths. I shift on the mattress, the springs groaning softly, and roll onto my side, propping my head on my hand to watch you. Your voice is a low, soothing hum against the quiet of the night, and I feel a smile tugging unwillingly at the corner of my mouth. Beneath the blanket, my fingers seek yours, lacing them together. “Finished?” I ask, one eyebrow lifting. You turn to me, that familiar grin spreading across…